B firtfe HI a "Sg -Ka-t VOL. XIII. NEW llLOOMFIELD, PA, TTJK8D-A.Y, OCTOBER 28, 1870. NO. 44. THE TIMES. in Independent Family Newspaper, 18 PUBLISHED BVBRY TUESDAY BT F. MORTIMER & CO. BUB8CUIPIION 1 It I C E . (WITIIIH THB C0UNTT.) One Year 11 25 Six Mouths 75 . (OUT Or THl C0UHTT.) One Year. (Postage Inoluded) II 60 81x Mouths. (Postage Included) 85 Invariably In Advance I Advertising rates furnished upon application. Beledt Poetfy. LOOK UP, NOT DOWN. Life to some Is full of sorrow Half Is real, half they borrow Full of rocks and full of ledges, Corners sharp and cutting edges. Though the jo; bells may be ringing, Not a song you'll hear them singing ' Beelng never makes them wise, Looking out front downcast eyes. All In vain the sun Is shining, Waters sparkling, blossoms twining, They but see, through these same sorrows. Sad to-days, and worse to-morrows See the clouds that must pass over; See the weeds among the clover ; Everything and everything, But the gold the sunbeams bring. Drinking from the bitter fountain, Lo I your mole hill seems a mountain Drops of dew and drops of rain Swell into the mighty main. All in vain the blessings shower, And the mercies fall with power. Gathering chaff ye tread the wheat, Rich and royal, 'neath your feet. Let it be not so, mynelghbor, Look up as yon love and labor, Not for one alone woe's vials ; Every man has cares and trials, Joy and pain are linked together, Like the fair and cloudy weather. May we have, oh, let us pray, Faith and patience for to-day. BEATRICE'S CHOICE ; AND, Why She Made It. (XF ALL things, a night journey Is J the most tedious," said Clarence Hatfield, as he let himself fall heavily In the stiff and uncomfortable railway car, with its faded velvet cushions, and its back at exactly the wrong angle for aught anything approaching the luxury for a nap. "I say,. Clifton, do you think we might smoke V" " Well, I rather imagine not," said I, with a motion of my hand toward the other passengers. " There appears to be ladies on board." ' Hatfield shrugged his shoulders and said : " Such ladles I" "Well," laughed I, "they don't ap pear to be particularly stylish in manner or custom, o ut nevertheless,the divinity of their sex hedges them around like a wall." " Divinity of their humbug," shortly interrupted Hatfield. " As if these ill dressed dowdies, with babies and band boxes, could possibly belong to the same world with Beatrice Hale." To this I made no answer. It did not seem exactly appropriate to lug the sacred name of Beatrice Hale into a dis cussion, iu a place like this. Yet, what could I do but to feel my cheeks flush and the roots of my hair tingle 1 For I was unmistakably in love with Beatrice Hale and so was Clarence Hat field. If I were to waste quarts of ink and reams of paper trying to describe her manifold charms and excellencies to the reader It wouldn't do any good. Suffice it to say that she was as beautiful as a dream, and that Hatfield and I were both slaves at her feet. Which of us did she like best V Ah, that was the question. It was like the children's old. game of sea-saw, "Up I go, down you come." Sometimes I thought I had the ghost of a chance sometimes I was convinced that Hat field was preferred, and that I had better emigrate to Australia at once. " Hello," cried Hatfield, breaking un ceremoniously upon the thread of my musings, " there goes the whistle. We shall be off directly. Thank goodness for that!" And he put up his feet on the op posite seat and prepared for as com fortable a four hours' ride as possi ble. Clarence Hatfield and I, be it under stood, were employees in the extensive business of Jenkins, Jumper ton & Co., auctioneers, and had been down In the country " putting up" a sale of swamp lots, cut into streets and squares, accord ing to the most approved metropolitan methods of doing such things. It had been a dismal business. No vember is not an inspiring month at the best, and the three days' fog had con spired against the success of " Mount Morra Park," as Jenkins, Jumperton & Co. had christened their new specula tion. Yet we had done reasonably well, and were thankful enough to get back to .New York., As the train gave its starting lunge the door flew open, and in came tall old lady, in a prodigious black bonnet and a fur cloak, surrounded by squirrel cages, leather bags, brown paper parcels, and sandwich boxes. She was followed closely by a young lady, dressed in black and closely veiled, and paused hesitatingly in front of our Beat. "Young man," said she, in a voice as gruff as that of a man, " is this sea1 engaged V" " Yes," said Hatfield. "For your feetV" "No matter what for," replied Hat field. " Pass on, old lady, you'll find seats enough beyond." . But this was a stretching of the truth. There were no seats beyond, as the old lady could easily perceive unless she chose to sit directly opposite a red-hot coal fires or upon one of those corner arrangements close to the door, which are equivalent to no seat at all. The old lady hesitated and changed her heavy carpet-bag from one arm to the other. I thought of my own good old Aunt Polly at home and rose at once. "Pray take this seat, ma'am," said I, " and let me put your parcels in the rack for you." " Clifton, what a fool you are I" cried Hatfield, impatiently. "Why couldn't you have sat still and minded your own business V" " It is my business to see that every . lady is made comfortable as it is in the nature of things to be. "Now the squir rel cage, ma'am it'll comfortably go un der the seat, I think." Hatfield uttered a contemptuous grunt, but never offered to take his feet off the opposite cushion, although the younger woman stood in the aiBle,uncomfortably swaying backwards and forwards with the motion of the train, until a woman beyond observing the state of affairs, drew a sleeping child into her lap, and beckoned the other to . take the place thus vacated. By this time the old lady had estab lished herself to her entire satis faction, and had opened her sandwich box. " Much obliged to you, young man," said the old lady. " It is easy to see that you've a mother at home, and that you are in the habit of doing reverence to her gray hairs. As for that person," with a nod of her poke bonnet in the direction of Hatfield" if he's got a mother I can't say much for her bring ing of him up. Perhaps he may be old himself one day, and stand in need of a little politeness and consideration from the young. " When I am anxious for your good opinion, ma'am, I'll let you know," re turned Hatfield rather flippantly. The old lady could only express her self by a vehement sniff. And even I was a little annoyed at his manner. " Hatfield," said I, in a low tone, " you might behave a little more like a gentleman.' " So I will," he retorted, when I find myself in company which demands such a measure." I said no more, but leaning up against the door . prepared to make myself as comfortable as possible, until the train should stop at Stamford, its. first way station, when some descending passen ger might make way for me. Reader, did you ever stand in an ex press train while in full motion V Did you ever stand and feel yourself swayed backward and forward, bumping one of your penological developments against one side of the car, and bring the base of the spinal column against the top of a seat at opposite swerve of the train V Bid you ever grasp blindly at anything for support? Did you ever execute an involuntary pat seul, by the way of keeping your balance, and then grind your teeth to see the two pretty young ladies beyond laughing at your antics V If so you will know how to pity me during the hour and a-half between B and Stamford. Hatfield went to sleep and snored ; the old lady iu the gigantic bonnet ate sandwiches and drank from a wicker flaBk of excellent smelling sherry ; the young lady sat as noiseless as a black veiled statue; old gentlemen uttered strange sounds in their sleep; the lights flared like sickly moons overhead, and the shriek of the train as it flew through sleeping villages, sounded like' the yell of a fiery throated demon. "Stamford I" bawled out the conduc tor. At last I succeeded in dropping my wearied and stiffened limbs into a seat, where slumber overtook me In just a minute and a quarter ; for I had; been asleep on my legs once or twice, even in my former disadvantageous attltude.and I could scarcely believe the evidence on my own senses when we thundered into the echoing vastness of the Grand Cen tral Depot of New York. Hatfield, alive to the necessity of catching a car before all the world of travelers should crowd into it, stumbled over the old ladv's ankles with Btnall ceremony. " Oh, take care I You've knocked the squirrel cage over," cried she. " Confound the squirrel cage," Bhouted Hatfield, gnashing his teeth, as the ancient dame placed herself directly in the aisle to set the furry pet up again, thereby completely blocking his egress. "Serves you right, Hatfield," said I, as I stooped to asslBt. Just then the young companion of our lady advanced, flinging back her veil. " Grandma," said she, " the carriage is waiting. I'll send Thomas for the parcels. Mr. Clifton, I am much oblig ed to you for your kindness to my grand mother, who is unused to traveling. As to Mr. Hatfield the less said about his courtesy the better." And Beatrice Hale's black eyes flashed disdainfully on Clarence's cowed visage. " Miss Hale," he stammered, " if I had had the least idea who you were" " You would have regulated your con duct accordingly," impatiently interrup ted Miss Hale. " Thanks I prefer to see people in their true light. Mr. Clifton," turning graciously to me, " you'll call and see how grandma stands her jour ney, to-morrow, won't you V Oh,thank you the carriage is waiting." And to this day I believe that is the way I won my wife ; for Clarence Hat field was a showy sort of a fellow who far outshone me in general society, and I think Beatrice had been rather dis posed to fancy him until that night. But she was disenchanted' for good and all. And grandma comes to see us every Christmas with a hamper of good things from the Hale &rm. Morning In Venice. LITTLE by little business began to take possession of the streets. Bakers' shops and butchers' shops and fish stalls were opened; the din of countless blacksmiths and coppersmiths filled the air at every turn, as though the making of locks and kettles and chimney-pots were the one usurping in dustry of the world ; loud-voioed women called all the people to come and partake of baked pumpkin, fresh and hot; and the melody of mingled street cries grew to a chorus of supplication. Lately risen maidens lowered baskets from their balconies, and fished up cat meat, or bread, or onions, or other household supplies, lowered the coppers for payment, gathered their scanty rai ment about them, and withdrew. The vender we knew him at the opera pocketed his money , tossed his load to his head, and yelled bis noisy way down the alley. In the piazza beyond the RlaIto,where early activity most centres, I took up a commanding position at an out-of-door table, and ordered toy " white coffee" and bread and butter. What a wonder ful place It was for breakfasting just for once I What pretty but carelessly clad women in black lace head-dresses came from each street and went toward the church ; what a clatter the wooden pat terns made, and a gabble the newsboys ; what loads of fresh fruit and vegetables the women carried past; how the ur chins gambled for soldi; how unlike every thing was to what we see at home ; and how unreal one grows in watching it all 1 The cheap dealers of the Hlalto were taking down their shutters and display ing their low-priced wares. Boys sat on the broad steps munching bread and reveling In the yellow luxury of broad wedges of hot and savory pumpkins. The purveyors of the adjacent quarters were climbing the steps with whole head-loadB of grapes, or fish, or vegeta bles. Over the hand-rail, filling the whole width of Grand Canal, lay a fleet of barges unloading, with produce from beyond the lagoons, or stowing away assorted cargoes of white and purple grapes, peaches, figs, lettuce, chiccory, radishes, shining white onions, carrots, beets, potatoes the whole fresh-colored assortment of green-grocery. On shore the market people filled the streets and arcades with fish, and flesh, and fowl, and fruit, and flowers, and the whole air with a tumult of noisy traffic. I descended among the throng,where cus tomers were Importuned on every hand and where sharp bargains were driving in sprats and snails anc fractions of the smallest fowl. Entering a little square shut in by high houses, and, like most Venetian squares, dominated by the unfinished facade of a time-stained church, I no ticed a singular activity among the peo ple. They were scurrying in from every alley, and hastening from every house door, with odd-shaped copper buckets on hook-ended wooden bows, and with little colls of rope. Old men and women, boys and girls, all gathered closely about a covered well curb In the middle of the square; and still they hurried on, until they stood a dozen deep around it. Presently the church tower slowly struck eight, and a little old man forced his way through the crowd, passed his ponderous iron key in the lid, and unlocked the well. The kettles went jangling into it, and came slopping out again at an amazing rate, and the people trudged off home, each with a pair of them swung from the shoulders. The wells are deep cisterns, which are filled during the night, and it is out of amiable consideration for tboee who love their morning nap that they are given as good a chance as their neighbor of getting an unsolled supply. It is the first instance that has come to my notice of a commendable municipal restraint upon the reprehensible prac tice of early rising. Few, very few, of those who came for water had had time for their toilets. ' Their day evidently begins with this excursion to (he publio reservoir. Later in my walk I saw a cistern be ing replenished. A barge filled with fresh-water lay in a canal near by, and a steam-pump forced the supply through a hose to the square, where a gutter carried it to the well. The water is of excellent quality. It Is brought through conduits from the Euganean Hills, near Paqua, but its distribution through the city is carried on in the original man ner indicated. For a city where the salt sea is the scavenger, where ablutions are not de rigueur, and where water is not a beverage, the cost of laying distributing mains has wisely been spared. Colonel Gbo. E. Waeing, Jr., in Ilarper't Magazine for October. "A Small-Tail Movement." HPHE Presidential canvass of 1840, in JL which Gen. Harrison and President Van Buren' were opposing candidates, was distinguished by an intense popular enthusiasm. It was an oratorial and musical campaign. Every village had Its dozen of speakers and its score of vocalists. An amusing anecdote of that election gives a modern illustration of the old fable of the lion put to flight by the braying of a Jackass. A speaker was discoursing at a mass meeting in Western Virginia upon the merits of Gen. Harrison as a military commander. Suddenly, a tall, gaunt man arose, and, in a shrill voice , that pierced through the crowd, called out : " Mister 1 mister I I want to ax a question 1" " I shall be happy to answer any ques tion, if I can," replied the orator. " We are told, fellow-citizens," said the quaint than, addressing the crowd, "that Glneral Harrison is a mighty great Glneral ; but I say he's one of the meanest sort of Glnerals. We are told that he defended himself bravely at Fort Meigs ; but I tell you that on that oc casion, he was guilty of the Small-Tail Movement, and I challenge the speaker to deny it 1" ' I don't know, my friend," replied the orator, "what you mean by the Small-Tail Movement."' " I'Htell you," said the quaint man. ' ' I've eot it here in black and white. Here is Quinshaw' Hlstorv of the United Slates,' "holding up the book " and I'll read what It says : 'At this critical moment, Gen. Harrison execut ed a novel movement I' Does the gentle man deny that statement ?" "No; go on." " Well, he executed 'a novel move- ment.' Now here's 'Johnson's Diction ary' taking a small book out of his pocKet "and it says, Novel a small tale' This was the kind of movement Glneral Harrison was guilty of. Now, I'm no soger, and don't know much of milentary tlo-tacks but this I do say, a man who. in the face of an enemv. is guilty of a 'Small-Tail movement' is not a fit man to be President of the United States, and he shan't have my vote." And he didn't, nor the vote of that village. A Country Greenhorn. There was a strapping big young fellow from the Interior at the foot of Woodward avenue, yesterday, to see the shipping. Several boot-blacks had tack led him for a job Id vain, and they finally got together behind some bunches of shingles and went into committee of the whole to concoct a scheme for re venge. As a result, an innocent look ing shiner sidled up to the stranger and said: "See here, Johnnie, I've made a bet with the boys." " Wall, I don't keer," was the cold hearted reply. " I've made a bet that I kin shine one o' them shoes o' your'n in less'n four mlnlts," continued the boy. " The bet is a quarter and I know you'll gin me a chance to win it. J 1st stick out yer foot here, and the job won't cost ye a cent." The stranger slowly consented, and held his watch to time the work. The lad worked fast and he had a good polish on the shoe in about three minutes. ' When through he rose up, packed away his brushes, and the stranger found him self in just the fix the boys had planned. They bad expected an offer to complete the job, but it did not come. After a moment devoted to thought- the young man descended the steps of the harbor master's boat, reached out his leg for the water, and "souse" went the shiny shoe below the surface. " I reckon," said the stranger as he pulled in his leg and left half a gallon of water run out of his shoe" I reckon you boys think you're smart, but none of our family ever mistook saleratus for salsody, and I didn't come to town to have my haircut with a buzz saw!" A Curious Custom. A curious survival of an old-time in stitution exists In some remote places in England, viz., the official ale-taster. The ale-taster takes an oath to "try, taste and assize the beer and ale put on sale" in his district, "whether the same be wholesome for man's body." The old ale-taster's method of "analyzing" beer for the purpose of detecting the addition of sugar to the liquor was rather primitive. Like most men in those times, he wore leather breeches, and, when he went to test the ale for the presence of sugar, a pint of fluid was spilled on a well-cleaned bench, and the taster sat upon it till it dried. If, on rising, the seat of the breeches stuck to the bench, then sugar was present, but if not, the beer was pure.
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